blueeyedbbwsub
Posts: 435
Joined: 12/9/2009 Status: offline
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O dammit all to hell. I'm 47, I'm not going to hide it and I list it on my profile. I'm one of "those" that changes her age when my birthday comes up. But then, that's just the way I am. I don't really care if someone decides I'm too old or not old enough or just right. It's a fact of life and I've never been too concerned with it. It's me, and I've earned every one of those 47 yrs. If somebody else has a problem with it, find another profile to look at. A close friend came home on her 30th birthday with a new car. She went into a funk, blew me away. My sister's 40th was absolute hell on wheels. Of course, being the smartass i can be, had to send her a funny card. OOOO boy, she just didn't get it. My name was changed to mud. As if not getting the card, hating it, not liking the fact that she was now 40 was going to send me on a guilt trip. NOT MY PROBLEM. In the words of the immortal Popeye, I yam who I yam. ME. I've matured as the years have flown by but I still haven't grown up. It's no fun being the grown up, I leave that to my o so dear sister with the broomstick up her arse. It's now been in so long, it's growing its own roots. And I am not going to be the one to pull said broomstick from said arse. NO WAY NO HOW NUH HUH.
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